Almost everyone has a broken past but each person is the main character of their story. Until one is aware of what people close to them have experienced or are experiencing, they wouldn't acknowledge the fact that they aren't the only one with a broken heart.
George placed Natasha gently on the bed and set aside the tray where she positioned all the drinks. He stayed above her for a while, scrutinizing her body and face.
She had beautiful eyes but they were feeling really lazy to look into his eyes. Her face was almost perfect and she was gorgeous.
Natasha's hair was short, reaching just above her shoulders and George could tell that she had cut her hair and wanted it to remain short.
While looking at her, he realized that she had a cut in her ear. It looked like she pierced her earlobe for her earrings but something violent happened and the earring caused a cut down to the end of her earlobe.
Seeing this, George brought his hand gently to her ear. "Don't…George…no," she had to push his hand away.
George wondered what she might have gone through to make her this sensitive and sad.
There was also a scar around her neck and her wrist while he was studying her.
After a moment, he brought his hand to her face and stroked her gently. "Why do you have to make me feel sorry for you?" He uttered because he was so ready to bang her fiercely but when he looked around her body, he wasn't pushed to do anything wicked to her.
Natasha didn't respond, she continued to look at him with sleepy eyes.
George ignored everything he saw about her. 'I'm getting paid for this so I should definitely give my best.' he thought to himself and leaned gently to kiss her lips.
Natasha felt pleased. She grabbed his mouth with hers and caused the kiss to become wild, so wild that they soon found themselves naked before each other.
George pleased her even more by using his fingers to satisfy her. She seemed relieved as he performed his duty as her husband.
"What do you think, my wife?" While fingering her steadily and fastly, rubbing his fingers fiercely in her V-part he asked.
Moaning Natasha had to stop breathing to answer his question. "You are good, husband. I like what you do to me," she cried and couldn't help but moan as though she was in pain because he had fingered her to orgasm.
After making her admit how good he was, he brought his groin close to her pussy while holding and stroking her breast.
George met Natasha's sleepy eyes not knowing how sleepy his eyes were as well. "George," she called his name with so much emotion.
"I know you want it," he teased her by rubbing his groin around her pussy to drive her crazy.
Natasha was whining her waist, wanting more and more of what he was doing, and eventually, George granted her that satisfaction and thrust his groin inside her steadily until he was fully inside her.
Their wedding night went on and on until George cummed and Natasha squirted multiple times.
She fell asleep.
The next morning, with an aching body, Natasha rolled over to view the other side of her bed as if expecting someone to be there.
Questions roamed her mind as she struggled to understand what was happening around her. The room felt tight, causing her head to throb even more.
Her headache was getting worse but she was able to recall where she kept medication for headaches so she stood up from the bed.
Her body suddenly felt weak the moment she moved, causing dizziness but she walked to where the painkillers were placed. Natasha was naked.
"And why am I naked?" She questioned herself and soon searched her study to get the painkillers. As there was no water around, she just swallowed the pills and sat on the chair by the table.
Natasha held her head to feel relieved a little bit. It took Natasha five minutes to feel a little better and recall all that happened the previous day.
She found herself crying silently. So that was how bad her previous day was. It was her wedding day with a stranger and her ex-husband was present, trying to mess with her mind and act like he was still entitled to her.
"I hate him," she murmured to herself and began to look around her room, sighting her wedding gown on the floor, which happened last night when she was drunk and really needed something to make her feel better after all that happened throughout her fake wedding day.
Natasha wiped her tears after staying a moment to express how miserable she felt on the first day of her wedding with her fake husband.
Fake husband? Natasha thought. At this point, her headache and dizziness were almost gone so she immediately stood up when she realized why she looked at the other side of her bed the moment she woke up.
"Where's George?" Natasha thought out loud and went to the bathroom to check if he was in the bathroom. She had seen his complete nakedness last night so she didn't feel like there were any boundaries for her to enter the bathroom and if he wanted privacy, he'd lock the door, but the door was opened.
Natasha entered the bathroom and looked around. She looked at the wardrobe as well as if he was missing.
While searching for George, she saw her reflection in the mirror and suddenly felt like crying again. However, she only sighed and placed her hand on the sink. Different things began to occur to her again as she looked at her reflection but then she sighed again.
Instinctively, she lowered her head only to see a drop of blood on the sink. It was so obvious because the sink was sparkling white.
Natasha touched her nose and looked into the mirror to know if it was from her but she was wrong, the drop of blood wasn't from her and she wasn't sure where it came from.
Did George use the bathroom perhaps? And if he did, why would there be blood on the sink?
Natasha assumed that he might have had a cut if it was George's blood but when she was about to leave the room, she found a towel in the laundry basket that had blood around it.
What on earth happened while she was asleep and where was George?!